Chris O'pry の小説・ストーリー

Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts. Instead, he says, "I will not stop until this deal is complete." "Do you know anything about Cyprian? Where he may be?" I ask, hating to bring up the name of the man behind the uprising. Cyprian. Young, strong and extremely manipulative. An outsider of the Love Pack born and raised. A rogue now. All these things are a dangerous concoction I don't want my beautiful mate witnessing. Unfortunately, my end of the deal must be upheld.

A woman whose direct approach had been shut down by Chris's message, pivoting to a longer strategy that worked through reputation and social suggestion rather than manufactured photographs. The target was not the marriage directly. The target was Chris's certainty. His confidence in what he had. His belief in his own deserving, which Dr. Osei had apparently identified as the crack that the first photographs had found so readily. That was the part that frightened me. Not because I doubted Chris's commitment. Because I had seen how good work could be undone by sustained pressure applied to the right vulnerability, and I had watched the photograph episode demonstrate, with uncomfortable clarity

"Gr... greetings, Mr. Jacobs!" A middle-aged man in black quickly walked up to Chris with a big smile on his face as he reached out his hand. However, before he could finish, Chris interrupted him. "Just call me Chris." The man was gobsmacked. How could he call Chris by his first name in public? Chris's voice was indifferent, but his eyes emitted a domineering aura. All the man could do was to say, "Chris." Laura felt that she had seen this man on television in the past. He was a famous entrepreneur in Empfield.

One of the rare people that made me comfortable, that I could trust, the building blocks to what I was. Claire. Everything about her was perfection, from her rare snow blond hair to her dimpled smile. She was Claire Wright, one of the highest paid models in the world at the moment but to me she was just Claire Hayley Wright, the Chicago girl I’ve known all my life. Dad cleared his throat getting up, “C’mon Chris,” he began taking his cane, ‘we have that uh…thing to get to.” “What thing?” Chris asked leaning back as he looked back at Dad.

Kai's POV The dull grey school building came into view as I drove closer. Today was going to be the longest day ever, I just had a feeling in my gut that what I was thinking was true. But at least I had one silver lining that went around my dark cloud. I would be able to see Bella. My best friend and all time crush from like grade 9. Back then ,she was just the shy little girl I met at the beach, where she was killing it in surfing. I mean here in Arizona we got the best waves. I climbed out of my Cadillac and walked up the stairs that led into the building. I was ready to face this day, and the best part was that we had chemistry first, and by we, I mean Bella and I. I walked towards my loc

I concluded "You still haven't stated what your plan is so I don't fully understand" "You need to make Chris fall for you and then, claim to be pregnant for him. It will cause a break up between them and I'll deal with the rest" I summarized "Chris is the name of the guy?" she asked curiously "Yes! His name is Chris Rodriguez, what's wrong?" "There's one Chris Rodriguez that is trending online, could he be the one?" she asked anxiously "I guess so! He's very handsome and he got married into a wealthy family so I guess he's the one" I shrugged

The threesome question on the first date, up until the wedding that was supposed to be happening tomorrow. Olivia kept gasping and slapping the table the whole time. “Girl no fucking way! He actually put hands on you? I never understood what you saw in Dawson anyway. That boy always gave me controlling creep vibes and you still stayed. Thank God Art handled his ass.” She leaned in with a sneaky grin, her white dress getting in the way, “okay but be honest… what did Art look like? Is he fine, or is he fine fine?” I rolled my eyes and clicked my tongue, "I mean he was okay, textbook hot, blonde, ice blue eyes, the whole package. Whatever.”

Mason detailed. His response clearly showed he knew Chris's personal life well. “Noted.” The doctor acknowledged before turning to face Chris, who just stared at them in silence. “Your name is Chris. You're one of America's top actors. If you could tell us more about Nimalaya, perhaps we can help.” The doctor probed.

To his annoyance, Eric was nowhere to be found. “Coffee ready? Oh, Jaime.” Jaime turned to see Chris, the overseer of the fields and harvesters in the fall, looking at him with a strange expression his face. A middle-aged man, Chris had been at River’s Bend back when Adam’s father Carl had run it. With his salt-and-pepper hair and skin tanned the color of a walnut, Chris had a distinguished mien. He demanded authority, although he had a soft spot for dogs and his wife (in that order).